Eo sauntered over to Cicada, the question that was on his mind burning a hole through his mind. Sex was on the brain – no, love. He wanted Cicada’s love pounding his anus. Cicada was sipping a Jamba Juice smoothie, taking drags off a cigarette. The pure essence of cool. Eo felt himself moisten beneath his panties, juices flowing down his tender thighs. Cicada had sexy thighs. Long, coarse hairs flowing down them in a menagerie of pure sex appeal. Today was the day.
Eo tapped Cicada on the shoulder. Cicada turned slowly, as if the tap was expected. He moved his finger towards his cigarette, taking a slow drag and exhaling. “Yes,” he said. No, he asked. You don’t say to Cicada – you ask. “I’ve been admiring you for a—“ Eo began but was cut off by Cicada’s low, clear, gruff “Yes.”. “Yes what?” Eo asked Cicada, though he knew what the yes was to, and what was going to happen very soon. “Yes, I will fuck you.”
Eo gasped. He hadn’t expected this, yet it was the most welcome thing in his young life. His nipples tingled under the low glow of the fluorescent light. They were hard through his young bra. He let out a low moan. Upon hearing this, Cicada’s penis stood at full attention. “Not in public,” he whispered to his young, eager ears. Eo nearly let out a screaming cry of ecstasy at these words. Cicada took Eo’s hand and led him into the restroom
Cicada laid Eo down on the toilet, scrawny torso on the toilet with his beautiful ass sticking in the open for Cicada to take to town. Eo’s small but supple breasts were squeezed on the lid of the toilet, the nipples as hard as Cicada’s throbbing penis. Cicada took a firm hand and grasped the top of Eo’s ass. He took his dick, oh how long that beautiful penis was, and tore into Eo’s aching behind. Soon he began pumping with all of his might, his pre-cum forming its own lube as he pounded farther and farther into Eo’s sweet, untapped resources. Three inches in, four inches, five inches, until finally it was so far in that it pleased and satisfied Eo’s very needs to the core of his soul, and anus. He felt a small tear; the blood leaked only furthering the enjoyment of the experience. He felt Cicada’s testicles slapped against his throbbing clitoris, the rhythm like that of Eo’s favorite song, favorite poem, his mother. The pure poetry of the testicles was just that; poetry. That’s what sex with Cicada was. Poetry.
As Cicada finally showed his full length, Eo screamed out as loud as his young vocal chords could handle. A lone tear was shed. It flowed down Eo’s face, stopping at the chin, holding, holding, and finally dropping. At that exact moment, Cicada exploded. There was a tsunami in Eo’s rectum as three gallons of cum flowed out of Cicada’s penis and into Eo. The individual sperm were so strong that Eo felt them punching at the wall of his rectum. Cicada suddenly pulled out. His hand closed into a fist. He punched Eo’s anus, still sore from the pounding he had received earlier. Cicada’s form was not the best, but the fist went in, filling Eo up like a glass of wine.